Manager of the Other World Brothel

This was a short while before the manager started talking about his nights at the Walnut Dream (Papilio Somnium).

A new year that also naturally exists in this world, the 'beginning of work' to be done then

Events in The Dream of a Walnut (Papilio Somnium), which welcomes the first sale.

The day when everyone in Ichii will live the New Year and start working again with hope for a new year in their hearts.

A day when new goals are set and the first steps are printed, feeding on the reflections and experiences of the past year.

At the same time, it is also a day when everyone, to be honest, spills the cry, "Are you working today?"

I don't know how the manager and the ladies are going to spend the day.

Night out.

But for a few days between the end of the year and the New Year, the lights do not light the whorehouse "Dream of the Walnut (Papilio Somnium)".

That's not just about "The Dream of a Walnut (Papilio Somnium)".

The lights of Glenkaina, the king's capital of the Kingdom of Glen, and all the stores in the city fall that night, even called "Sex Capital of the Continent" and "The Sluttest City in the World".

- We cannot open up a place of impurity for a sacred few days, when the year ends and a new year is celebrated.

That it is for such a faithful reason is unlikely in the Kingdom of Glenn, also known as the 'Mercenary Kingdom'.

Evidence of this is that at a time when the Night City is time to earn money, the Night City in other countries is in good working order, believing from the bottom of my heart that it is much more trustworthy and careful than the Kingdom of Glenn and others.

In the first place, in the Kingdom of Glenn, "Night City" is seen not as a place of uncleanness or just a place to exude desire, but as a place where the "companions" work.

The mercenaries make me care about coming back alive, that girl in my hometown, and the "depository of my heart" that takes on an alternative to the thoughts that I can no longer reach now.

If you browse two hundred years after the founding of the country, it seems to me that it is the Kingdom of Glenn that is less inclined to do so than the great aristocrats and powerful merchants, although layers that look down like other nations are becoming more apparent.

It is the royal family that has not changed its mind at the time of its founding, so should we say that in about two hundred years it is still not enough to change the way the 'mercenary kingdom' is, or should we say that the Royal family Glen is special?

Everything that is deeply royal and friendship will definitely be the latter.

Well, there would be no more objection than the fact that the current royal king's brother (Gaius), the first princess (Silveria) and the second princess (Karin), who are still undetermined daughter-in-law, and the next prince (Allen) in charge of the Kingdom of Glenn, are entering and leaving a whorehouse, albeit in a special position.

While that is known, the 'mercenary kingdom' national breeze is still alive and well laughing at that.

Aside from that, the reason for letting the 'Night City' lights drop at a time when you're supposed to be making money in the Glenn Kingdom as well.

It survived the year, and about the time to celebrate the new year was like, 'You're working, let's make a scene!' All that is said of the Founding King.

There's no way you can take your job lightly with a mercenary operation.

It's not a metaphor or anything, it's a life-threatening job, the fallacy leads straight to death.

And there's no way such a mercenary regiment could form a 'national capture'.

Because I take care of it without taking my job lightly.

Someone important when you should rest, and if that's not possible, at least get a kick-ass rest with your buddy around to prepare for your next job.

With that time, you can come to work risking your life laughing.

Perhaps it's a good rationale on the street for mercenaries and adventurers who make money and efficiency and are clearly 'risking their lives'.

Merchants who can publicly seal up when they make money laugh bitterly, but vice versa, to that extent if it is the Kingdom of Glenn.

Most of all, the 'rest' of the Kingdom of Glenn is a 'noisy' and consensual term, and it is also because its liquor and dish preparation makes it commercially unsatisfactory.

I must say sad and sad are the bureaucrats with kingdoms who arrange beverages and dishes, but also accustomed to it every year.

All this time, from the bottom up, high-ranking bureaucrats, at the end of the day, even the great noblemen, who have gained public office, will be on the side of providing understandable services for the people.

There will be allowances, and that's what many of the people who serve this country think.

"I think daily work is a service to the people. Because I'm a public servant."

And so on, and there's a Tsurrying Waterway Authority District VIII official, but it's a little further, another story, that he'll be able to capture aspects of things even with feelings rather than reason.

Correctness is not one thing.

The cross section in which the ladybugs are divided into two parts varies a thousand depending on how they are cut.

Knowing that only the number of people is right may be the first step in doing the job.

It is also necessary for my job to find my own correctness, which I can never give way to.

Since the manager (manager) of "The Dream of the Walnut (Papilio Somnium)" has become contemporary, he has really started doing the "Start of Work" a day before he started operating that year.

I don't really welcome customers, but ladies and clerks (staff) carry out their usual work only as caterpillars and pray for business prosperity, safety, and improved abilities. Well, it's like a ritual.

The ladies decorate themselves with new costumes and accessories provided, and the social room (lounge) is served with the finest liquor and dishes.

A glorious night at the whorehouse is recreated in the absence of our guests.

While a lady is a lady and a clerk (staff) is doing her job as a clerk (staff), the customer role is pushed first by the manager (manager).

The Beginning of Work story and the rumors of the clerks (staff) with the lady flowed to the city well. As usual, the tail will follow, and more men will turn a curse on the manager (manager).

It was only a short while ago that Brother Wang, an S-level (class) adventurer, genius magician, etc. would be added to the crowd.

Such rituals have been successfully completed after all the fuss, and tomorrow is the last night when unusual routines are about to begin again.

Two ladies, whose wings are confirmed to be "Quattur-Folumfloris" in this spring's "Flower Crown Ceremony (Coronat Solemne)", are finishing their wings for tomorrow in "Butterfly Fountain (Papilio Fonce)".

"Tomorrow I'll see you at work."

"Right."

One is Miss Farrah.

Beast Man (Serianslope).

She is a bright and nostalgic lady with a beautiful hairline of the Silver Tiger clan.

The other is Miss Lucrezia.

Subhuman (Demi Human).

She is a lady who brings comfortable tension around like a calm, harmonious string, with the loose white skin and lustrous hair of a forest longevity family.

These two people, who have nothing in common at all in terms of appearance or character, are the god sake virtues that everyone knows in the whorehouse "The Dream of a Walnut".

Speaking of the only thing in common, is it a rare thin breast for a "Dream of a Walnut (Papilio Somnium)" lady?

But if you think only of it, yet few know what the fool who speaks of it will see.

Clearly, the manager (manager) will be the only one who has been missed so far.

"I'm gonna have to work on it."

Miss Farrah smiles as usual.

With Miss Lucrezia - except perhaps the manager (manager) and a few by his side.

And now only Miss Lucrezia is next to Miss Farra.

"I wish I could keep taking more time off."

With that rolling voice of a bell, it is often Miss Lucrezia who waves the poisonous tongue that breaks the customer's heart.

There are not so many things like now that you can imagine mouthing a so-called feeble dialogue.

"No, no, don't say that."

"I'm sorry."

Whatever you think, Miss Lucrezia is calmer, and the conversation in this hand seems to be the other way around, but in these two cases this is always the case.

Lady Lucrezia speaks a weak voice or sweetness that is easy to understand, and Lady Falra likes it.

And hold hands with each other so as to encourage them.

'First sale' tomorrow.

It's not like there's anything unexpected about a person's body, time and technology that is sold as a commodity.

Be prepared, and none of the accustomed will disappear completely.

It's New Year's Eve, and even if you're feeling like you've been reborn somewhere, tomorrow - no, the date has already changed, so today - again, the night as a whore will pile up.

There's nothing you can do to keep the ladies' bodies clean and healthy with the magic of a manager.

As the manager himself said, his magic "doesn't work on my mind".

No matter how clean and healthy you keep your body, if your mind thinks your body is dirty, it becomes the truth for you.

It is a disease that leads to death.

The ladies can't die.

Or because you're prepared to be tougher than dead and still have something you can't give way to.

So all the ladies shall keep their hearts armored by every means.

For Miss Lucrezia, that is to be with Miss Farra, and to hold hands.

I've never told anyone.

They also look at it from around them wearing "I really support the weaker Miss Farrah pretending to be weaker" and so on.

So much so that the daily Lady Lucrezia looks unshakeable with perseverance.

I'm just desperate to keep who I want to be.

Miss Lucrezia hated Miss Farra at first.

As much as I did myself, "I signed with the owner (owner) for the clan," I was disillusioned by the way he cried once again with guidance for his first charm.

Whatever the difference between a subhuman (Demi Human) and a beast (Serianslope), he even expected himself to be a proud companion even if he sold himself for his clan.

But I do.

Even after the first charm the manager (manager) magic, no matter how much I washed my body in The Fountain of Walnuts (Papilio Fonce), when I was about to lose my mind on my own body, which gained irresistible filth.

An encounter with Miss Farra, who came to The Fountain of Walnuts (Papilio Fonce) with the same cry, made Miss Lucrezia the present Miss Lucrezia.

Miss Lucrezia is in her heart, and Miss Falra still thinks it was a miracle that we met the night we found out that we were both just weak girls, just crying in a visible way.

Miss Lucrezia was desperate to keep her heart and pride.

My daughter, other than myself, came into The Fountain of the Walnut (Papilio Fonce), and she thinks that her intense self-esteem kept her mind going crazy.

You can thank Miss Farrah enough for that.

But I think.

In retrospect now, Miss Lucrezia was full of herself and could not afford to think about others or other shards.

You can't show your daughter, who made a fool of herself, where she's weak.

It was such a tiny thought, but it was because of it that I managed to stop.

But when I was weak, I felt sorry for Miss Farra, who I had turned down on my own.

I cried more than usual.

I wasn't even trying to hide my trembling body.

But just like Miss Lucrezia, when she found Miss Lucrezia, who had finished the same first charm as herself, in the Fountain of the Walnut (Papilio Fonce), which she visited to try to shed the dirt stuck in her heart, which could not have fallen.

Miss Falra made the lady take precedence over herself - supporting Miss Lucrezia.

Even though I'm not satisfied with myself.

"To earn prey, huh?

As such, Miss Farra spoke to Miss Lucrezia with trembling.

There was no foreshadowing or anything, it was just awkward talking out.

"I have to stand still. Whether a bug crawls through your body or a snake walks through your feet, wait for the moment to erase the signs and make sure you get it..."

Honestly, I didn't know what you were talking about at first.

It was because of Miss Lucrezia, who had never hunted before, but I only understood that we were trying to compare our current position to the hunt.

"Compared to that, it's much better, isn't it? 'Cause I've already got my prey. Patience, patience, patience. There's no escape at the end of my patience. My patience has already paid off."

Say so.

Miss Lucrezia laughed and showed me with a smile she hated without knowing anything.

Even you're still trembling, holding hands to you crying.

At that time, I wondered what pride was.

I can say from the bottom of my heart, crying that it's not for the sake of words or self-deception, but for the sake of my clan.

It's such a tough time, but I can encourage anyone but myself to tremble.

What a lowly thing to compare to what I thought of the 'proud self'.

Miss Lucrezia could honestly cry if she thought so.

I could honestly say what was so hard, so painful, so pitiful and trembling about me.

Miss Falra listened to all of Miss Lucrezia's crying as she sneezed herself too.

He also taught me his own crying.

Since then, for Miss Lucrezia, Miss Farra's smile has been more absolute than the unique magic of the manager (manager), no less.

That's how the two of us have spent many nights building "Miss Lucrezia" and "Miss Farra" in "The Dream of the Walnut (Papilio Somnium)", which are now also within reach of the luxury whore (Kurtizanne) and the four-piece petal "Quattur Follum Floris".

So it was an absolutely necessary ritual for Miss Lucrezia to celebrate a new year and tomorrow - starting again today as Miss Lucrezia - to cross the night.

The hand that I want to connect with, the connection.

That came true like nothing.

A ritual-like, silly, non-loving importance.

I have that, so from today on, I can go again.

Whether it's a job you want or don't want, you can laugh and do what you have to do.

I think it's work.

Because when I want to cry, there's someone next door to me.

Because when I want to connect, I have someone to hold my hand with.

That's when I tried to tell him, "Nice to see you again this year," and the door to "Fountain of Walnuts (Papilio Fonce)" opens.

"Hey there loose. You'll be soaked forever."

The manager has a voice.

After half the night, I guess all the ladies who were given a room within The Dream of the Walnut (Papilio Somnium) also went back to the room in preparation for tomorrow.

I'm here to make sure you two are still relaxing in the Fountain of Walnuts.

Yuriyuri may be a terrible proposition, but the existence of this world is not a word through which books (...) come (...) make sense.

Unless you're listening to the hand from around Renamaria, Listia, and Laura, who tells you that you don't need a manager.

The manager's voice is a blend of 30%, 20% worry, and 50% sleep.

I don't see any color of nervousness or lust in that voice at all.

It is true that neither Miss Farra nor Miss Lucrezia are completely naked.

It can be said that it is sufficiently inflammatory to be immersed in clear water with a single piece of fine thin silk hot clothing.

But as usual, the manager's attitude is calm in itself, showing no reaction as a man to the two defenseless women.

That attitude would not change at all if the two of them were to hold each other naked like this, but make a vain look.

No, if you hit him badly, he might say, "Get dressed" with a vegan look on his face instead of getting sick of it.

Even though I'm not tempted to seduce a manager (manager) to the two of us now (I've tried it in the past as if it didn't work, and we both have a pretty depressing track record), it's also true that as a popular lady, I feel it's annoying.

It is impossible for those who do not know (...) et al. (...) Ri (...) because their charm just seems to be ineffective.

The consolation is that even the ladies above themselves are sure to end up with the same result.

Renamaria, Listia, and Laura, "Five Petals (Quinquettes)," manage to convince the three of them that the charm, training manipulation doesn't work, even if they don't.

I find it interesting that my mind feels that way, despite the fact that it is not my favorite job, or a job I started under unacceptable circumstances.

It's only recently here that I've been able to think that way the most.

Besides, if I had been a whore outside of "The Dream of a Walnut (Papilio Somnium)," I wouldn't be as sure if I could have thought of this right now.

Even though that's why I have some thoughts, the gratitude that you two have for your manager (manager) is not light.

The more deeply you know about the job of a whore, the stronger the thought becomes.

Because we all have that thought in common, the ladies of "The Dream of the Walnut (Papilio Somnium)" may at least look friendly and laugh.

Although it is undeniable that the influence of the three top ladies is also significant.

The manager (manager) never steps into the Walnut Fountain, even if he may show his face for confirmation.

It is recognized as an authority, and almost all of the ladies will never refuse it.

"Even if I look like this, I'm going to be your son. Stay away from danger."

That's what the manager said, but is there a danger to the manager (manager) who doesn't even seduce the petal lady naked or put her in her teeth? That is not the honesty of the ladies.

- Actually, I wonder if it's the "danger" of three (...) people (...) getting angry or obstinate at me later because I saw the other ladies naked ~

That is the common view of Miss Farra and Miss Lucrezia.

I don't talk about it.

We are no less than our manager, and we are not going to say anything extra because we are not going to be wise.

I don't mind the manager asking, but I have a little more unpleasant sweat if three (...) people (...) ask me.

"What is it, Yuri Yuri?

So Miss Farrah returns the difficult question to the manager.

I can understand that it's a word referring to both of us, but I don't know what that means.

It's a word I don't know, so it's natural.

"Nothing. Manager Bullshit"

It was unexpectedly Miss Lucrezia who answered that.

That means Lucrezia knows what words mean! So I looked next door, and Miss Farrah hardened without appearing.

I was surprised.

"What?"

"... Lucrezia is turning red"

Voices are the calm thing there as usual, but they don't change their expression when dealing with any customer they're used to playing with, because Miss Lucrezia, who is said to not even show blush instead of a swindly look, was turning bright red in a grand way.

"Miss Farrah, Miss Lucrezia will be jealous of you."

With the exception of one or three, the managers (managers), who don't show the ladies much real mind movement, also have a pretty seriously surprising look.

This is rare, Miss Farra thinks, but I've never seen Miss Lucrezia's face like this before, even if I'm confident that I'm best friends with Miss Lucrezia.

I stopped thinking in surprise and said the exact same thing.

- Is Yuri Yuri such a destructive word?

"Silly."

I can't even imagine Miss Lucrezia going out of sight of the manager's words.

The dialogue also comes out so pompous that it usually impresses me. It's not exactly a sharp cut through the other person's mind. It's just a classic thing that a normal girl would televise and say by accident.

So Miss Falra also honestly says a different word than the half compliment she envies, which she always says: "Beautiful and enviable" or "Cool is fine ~".

"... cute"

"Silly!"

Miss Lucrezia, who received that word, flied out of the hot tub bright red up to the tip of her long ear, a characteristic of the forest longevity family, not just her face.

The same curse - such as repeating what has not been cursed louder, will not be surprising if Miss Lucrezia's muscles are seen.

More than that, the appearance that Miss Lucrezia has now shown will not be valued for the Muscle of Ogata, who is a little unusual and inclined to gold, time and passion for "making Miss Lucrezia look like a wanderer".

Therefore, such a figure cannot be bought with gold.

Though it is the business of the good guys who are used to playing with it because they know a hundred things about it.

"The only thing that Miss Lucrezia looks like is Miss Farrah."

One thin piece of silk, the body soaked in water is clear of all sorts.

Apparently it is not just the face and ears that turn red, and it is quite destructive, even from the point of view of the woman, Miss Farra, that the skin of Miss Lucrezia, which is inherently white, appears to be stained with the temperature and shame of the water.

Even if I see Miss Lucrezia admiring herself like that, the manager (manager) who just puts in a comment hates me and says something extra.

"... you're also looking at the manager."

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

I laugh at the tease, not even the way I'm forced to.

The manager seems to like Miss Farra and Miss Lucrezia getting along.

I follow with kindness the lady Lucrezia, who has left, with eyes that do not make me feel the desire at all.

"I already... look like I know everything. Manager"

"Sorry about that."

The manager (manager) has a cool face even though any customer would rush to see him if he stuck around.

- If you really want to panic about this guy, you can't unless we're seriously depressed.

I know that very well over the last few years of dating.

- Sister Laura, Listia and Renamaria, who are able to "tele" this person, are different after all...

With that in mind, I sigh that the manager (manager) has no choice but to be unnecessary.

In many ways, it is the manager who supports my evening as a whore starting today.

"No, I really appreciate it."

Is it unusual to be alone in a situation like this? And while it's funny, I'm going to tell you what I think every day because this is the time, Miss Farrah.

- Lucrezia will definitely wait for you in the stripper, so if you don't hurry, you'll catch a cold.

"This job is hard, isn't it? But thanks to the manager, we can be healthy and healthy if we don't even break ourselves."

"Thank you."

- Oh, I'm a little tele.

- It's colorful. Even though it's invincible, I'll telegraph it for honest thanks.

Makes it a little interesting, Miss Farrah.

Despite the fact that it didn't make any sense, the top three involved in the manager (manager) were really convinced that they wanted to see this look of the manager (manager) that made them look unexpected.

"Besides. If you don't think you're dirty yourself, you can stay in ki (...) le (...) y (...) all the time. So thank you so much."

"Ma, that's my job, my"

There is no tele in that word.

I guess it's the way the manager (manager) doesn't intervene in "work".

"And"

The manager laughs at the look on his face when he makes the three "five flower petals" Quinke Follum Floris "that he thinks are not even within his feet.

"Ki (...) le (...) i (...) it doesn't matter what my magic is"

"Don't tell me."

Don't look through! When I said that, I felt like I was losing, so I said it back with my best face.

It is obvious from the look on the part of the manager (manager) who laughs.

But there must be tension where the woman is, where the will is.

Just like Miss Lucrezia, it cannot be said that it was the battle between Miss Farra and Miss Lucrezia tonight that made her telegraph only a little while ago the manager (manager) who would not react at all to seeing Miss Farra in the hot water.

- Me and Lucrezia owe this to the manager and everyone in the Walnut Dream. So I'll do my best today.

With that in mind, I go after Miss Lucrezia, who has gone bright red and fled.

I'm glad I was beside you the night you wanted to cry.

I'm glad you were by my side the night I wanted to cry.

How dirty each other was, the hand you want to connect with is your hand.

I can work hard because I feel lucky to be beside someone like that.

It might have been comforting at first.

To support, hold hands to get support.

But not anymore, right?

I don't know why, but you're the one who wants to touch me.

The hand that connects you because you just want to connect feels so happy and just a little ticklish and strange.

I'm glad you did, too.

I'm fine with people all over the world telling me they don't want to connect with their filthy hands.

Because what you connect with.

So I never pity myself or anything. - Do you?

There are plenty of people who can help and support me in that.

And even me like this can support someone.

It was also your hand that made me realize that.

That's why I think I need to stand firm on my own first.

But stay next door, okay?

And sometimes like this, I'd love to hold hands.

A lot of hard nights, though.

Let's do something about it.

Nice to see you again this year.

Much better next year and again next year.

Even as a grandmother, I'd be happy to hold hands.

Fin.